“Hurry up and get dressed,” said my flatmate, James 1. “We need to leave.” “I am dressed,” I said sulkily. And it was true, because if you can’t wear your ugliest hoodie and voluminous elephant-print trousers to an outdoor movie screening, then, well, when can you wear them? (Except of course inside, with all the […]

“We actually had an email come through last week,” drawled the drag queen, who was sporting an enormous blonde curly wig and a full beard, “asking if we really had naked boys reading.” There was laughter. “Of course we fucking don’t!” she shouted into the (well dressed, immaculately groomed) crowd. And thank goodness for that, […]

The mouse stunk. It was lying on a sheet of newspaper, and I was going to stuff it. If all went well, it would be posed in a whimsical position with a miniature top hat, but right now it was just a piece of rotting meat. Imagine leaving a raw chicken breast out for a […]

Last week Jay and I popped down to Brewer Street after work for the re-opening of Lights of Soho, a gallery specialising in light art. We both absolutely love neon art, though sadly this love only manifests itself via our screensavers at work as we are too sad and poor to spend thousands on art. (Or, indeed, […]